Something was pouring from his mouth. He examined his sleeve. Blood!? Blood. Crimson copper-smelling blood, his blood. Blood. Blood. Blood...And bits of sick.
Greetings traveller.
Today is Friday. Friday. Friday the 27th and yet another "Top 10" is knocking on your door.
Go ahead, read it, feel it and enjoy it.
Until next week, be safe.
Mr. J
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